Looking back at the time
And the lines
Of the stories that never quite got told
Looking back here and there
At bits and pieces, fragments of a rhyme
Clearing my old mind
Of the grudges I do not hold
And maybe somewhere down a six string
Near a green highway sign
That reads mile marker 192
You will find a piece of me
Lost to a suppressed memory
And the story will ring of fiction
But I swear to god it's true
There was a time, sweeter than yesterday's wine,
There was a time for me and you
We know the years have changed our traveling plans,
With a hardened heart, you went east to claim your fortune
And most likely you can find me
Camped somewhere near the rio grande
It's true that our freedom was the most important thing there was
Ain't it funny now, something that seems so simple,
Can mean something so different to the two of us
And it turned out so different
Than the pictures that we painted
In the words of the fairytales
You used to ask me to write
I guess I found salvation
In the words of a fable
About an unblemished princess
With a crown that turned out to be pyrite
And maybe somewhere down a six string
Near a green highway sign
That reads mile marker 192
You will find a piece of me
Lost to a suppressed memory
And the story will ring of fiction
But I swear to god it's true
There was a time, sweeter than yesterday's wine,
There was a time for me and you
From the Carolina's to Colorado
So many black tops of asylum
Running from the thing I was most scared to leave
So many bottles and full throttle
Thousands of highway miles
And a few young girls who didn't mind granting my reprieve
We know the years have changed our traveling plans,
With a hardened heart, you went east to claim your fortune,
And most likely you can find me
Camped somewhere near the rio grande
